Looking and Shifting

This summer I began to develop an interest in crop circles. What are they? How do they get there and what do they mean? One answer that resonated with me is that they are put there by non-earth-based entities in order to help, exposing us to an image, a symbol that ultimately acts as a key. 

The image itself awakens, releases information, reactivating our potential with no effort or conscious rationalisation on our part. They are put there to help us in our shifting of consciousness and vibrational changes. Just by seeing them we become more open to another way of being and adapt better to the shifting frequencies, which are making up our reality. 

Whether it’s true or not, the thought of great help coming through and actively working to bring about a change in line with a heart based consciousness, comforts me. I like it and I think that is enough for it to bring about changes in my life. I do not seek proof but I receive inspiration, imagination and a willing excitement to explore.

I spent a few days going through pictures of crop circles and found them incredibly beautiful and interesting. One website I liked very much was the photography of Steve Alexander: www.temporarytemples.co.uk I had been working on mandalas and playing around with sacred geometry and it was exciting to see some of the same forms arising in the crop circles. 

It seems as though whatever I come across and appeals to me ends up drawing me into the feeling that there is an underlying Oneness to all things. (For another contrasting visual of this point, ‘Li: Dynamic Form in Nature’ by David Wade, is lovely to look at.)

It encouraged me to trace the path of my own exploration over the past couple of years with symbols. Over a year ago my visual perception began to change. Sometimes it seemed as if the world were made of pixels, tiny shadows of light and dark that undulate and vibrate. 

I could still see that the wall was a wall, but it had more to it than a clean-washed, two-dimensional smoothness. The air separating me from that wall was not empty either – it had depth and movement. Darkness seemed like television static. 

I was amazed. I started to see that the air was alive, there was no empty space and it was wonderful to begin to visually glimpse the depth of what might be out there. It began to open me to new possibilities. And despite it being new, it simultaneously felt very familiar.  

It wasn’t long afterwards that the air took on greater form. I started to see that there were faint shapes, lines, squiggles, eventually slightly more complex forms that floated through the air. They were of a different density, highlighted, some clear light, others greyish and silvery. I would catch them falling through my vision but whenever I tried to stare directly at them they would fall beyond my point of view. 

I have copied them and there is something enormously satisfying in translating the images onto paper. I think it links to what I have been told: that we can experience something, but to work in the energy, we have to ground it on the physical plane.

                                 

                                   

I asked about these falling shapes I saw and was given a variety of answers at different points. I was told that they were matrices that underpinned certain creations. They were the forms upon which sound (vibration) and light are hung to create physicality. At another point I was told that they were indicative of protective angelic presences. 

Each answer moved me in some way and excited me to seek something else out. The matrices led me towards sacred geometry, which led me to mandalas. Those in turn connected me to another kind of knowing.

In working on a mandala it is as though intuition kicks in. I don’t exactly know what I’m doing, but I have a feeling that the next move, the next erasure of a line, the choice of colour is the right one and that it is coming together. Whilst I do it, I really feel as though I am on a journey. It is as though beneath rationalisations, a deeper understanding is opening up. 

At the end of it, I feel changed and happy to have been a part of a process. And the process does not end there. I have an image that continues to work or better to say, radiate.

This summer I drew a mandala and I had a vague feeling for the colours I wanted. It was more like a calling. I began and I felt almost slightly frenzied. I knew I would not move until it was done, but I did not really know what it was I was doing. I mixed colours and often it did not seem at all to be something I was happy with, but by the end I was impressed. It was far more beautiful, the colours more potent than what I could have thought. It also made sense to me.

For some reason I thought of it as The Wheel of Karma, as if I knew this image, but I couldn’t think where. I kept it in my room and it drew me to it again. I don’t feel I originated it. It came through me and I helped it into being and it in turn helped me.

In some ways I had a similar experience with my falling shapes, as I like to think of them. I told a good friend about them in passing. The next time I saw him he gave me a book on the Petrogliphs (outside rock paintings/carvings) in Galicia (‘Los Petroglifos Gallegos, Antonio de la Pena Santos, J.M. Vazquez Varela). I looked through it in awe as it reminded me so much of the interior details of the forms I see, which are so small that I cannot put them down. 

The re-echoing of images and symbols through time and what they harken to is compelling for me. I have seen in myself that I link understanding, which is thought based, to words.  Communication, I only used to consider, in its verbal component. But the exploration of the image is opening that up for me. Symbols communicate, symbols can bring about understanding, but it is one that we, at least in this part of the world, are probably no longer used to.

At times when someone is telling me something, especially in channel, I feel as if a river of images is being conveyed to me. I have become aware that there are different things going on at those moments. There is the worded conversation and there is something akin to a transference which is definitely more image based.

Someone recently spoke to me about the rushes of energy they were experiencing. I feel them a great deal and have done so for a while now. I have so many ideas as to what they pertain to. Sometimes I feel it is just a shifting of energy within my body, perhaps an opening of blockages. 

But one thing that resonates with this piece, is that I feel them to be a transfer. I read the phrase somewhere, energy packets of information. To me it does seem like the reception of something that comes through energetically and is instantly absorbed physically as a sensational rush, shivers coursing through the body. It is like the first instant hit of what comes through. Then over time it gets translated, lived and thought out. I feel that they are helping me in raising my consciousness.

Yet it is as I began. In many ways it does not matter what any of this “means.” I used to feel that the symbols I saw had to have an intrinsic meaning in themselves that I, obviously wanted to know. But I am coming and being prodded to the realisation that that is not what is relevant. 

What is relevant is where it takes me. What does it open up for me, what becomes possible that wouldn’t have been before? How does it make me feel? If it brings me a sense of peace, how can I summon up that feeling at times when I feel peace-less, by using that image or experience as a reference?

Symbols are a part of my journey, but it is because they resonate with a language that I must be open to. It could be anything else for anyone else. But I believe that we can track the exploration and find beautiful patterns in all that we live and in all that our interests evoke. As we work to link and trace the patterns, we get to see that beneath it all is the underlying unity of all things. 

Who I Am and Bridging Into the Present

Who am I? It is a question I have been working on for a while now. How do I discover who I am? Since early on I naturally pushed against all the trappings that could comfortably define me. I have not had any particular profession that I could use to define me either. The role of mother, wife, social status, interests even, were not enough to define me. 

In short, I set myself up from early on to seek that answer within. But in the past two years it has taken on an entirely different dimension. As I began to awaken, I began to examine this in greater detail, indeed with more necessity. Who I thought I was no longer accounted for what I was experiencing and thinking. But how to go about connecting with the greater reality of my being? 

The first thing that was suggested to me was to rediscover what I liked as a child. It was about reclaiming parts of myself both wounded and joyous that I had ultimately left by the wayside. Both were powerful, but it was the joyous part that made me take the biggest steps out of the box. 

I began to remember how I used to play the piano. Simultaneously my son started piano lessons and at night I would practice from his book. I could only read simple tunes by then, but I repeated it again and again, deriving a sense of satisfaction, wholeness, a remembering that did not necessarily conjure up events, but rather feelings. 

I remembered how I used to love riding and then I lost my confidence after a few nasty falls. So one summer I took a couple of classes again. 

The key to all of this was that I did not dwell on what the purpose of all this was. Was I trying to play the piano again, was I to become brilliant at it? Of course I daydreamed, but I wasn’t really dedicated to it, it wasn’t something I intuitively felt was to become a constant part of my life and the same went for the riding. 

So my conditioning, my belief status leapt in with: “therefore there's no point in doing it! If you won’t be great at it, if there’s no reason behind it, why do it? “ But I was carried away just with the experiencing of it.

I have been told that we do not discover ourselves, learn so much through the process of earnest suffering (as I had previously believed!) as that of joy. By doing these things I reconnected with myself as a child, I get to play again and feel rather than know what motivates me, what animates me, what makes me feel truly alive. 

It was more about connecting with the feelings and enfolding my childish self and using her as a fount for further growth than anything else. And it worked.

I was told recently that we experience our lives’ through a particular aperture. Most have that aperture in a fixed, narrow and finite position and it is through this that we open to attenuate reality and draw our experiences to us. 

I see the Universe as an energetic soup and we, generating the frequency of our beliefs, are as magnets to that energy which then enters and manifests through our aperture in the images reflecting our beliefs. We will only meet what we believe. 

If I believe there to be greater dimensional realities beyond this, I will begin to have experiences that confirm and expand upon this. If I steadfastly believe that not to be the case then my experiences will match that too and I will have a wealth of data to back up my belief. 

The filter, however, what we attenuate, is not a reflection of the “world outside” so to speak. Rather it is a reflection of the world inside that acts as sculptor to the raw material that has the potential to take any form. 

I am reminded of the experiments in quantum physics, in which the atoms react to the scientific observer. It is impossible to remove the observer from the equation of the experiment. The observer in fact co-creates the outcome of the experiment whilst in themselves attempting to neutrally and detachedly observe an external reality. It is not possible to do so. 

We are all, down to the smallest sub-atomic particle and beyond, part of a whole and in constant conversation. The only limits we discover are really those that we hold within ourselves and within our beliefs. 

But there is no value judgement to any of this. It is not wrong to hold limiting beliefs, it is not better to believe in greater realities than what you tangibly have in front of you. I initially wanted it all quickly, I wanted my world to change overnight and thankfully that has not been the case though I have continued to move at a fairly brisk pace! 

But as with much of life it is the process, the journey that uncovers so much. If I had no limiting beliefs, I would not have the opportunity to grow in ways that have been necessary and very fulfilling. They then feed my creativity and so it is an on-going process. I need my limits and limitations if only to discover what they are. 

So ultimately the starting point for any great change, external or internal is within self. What beliefs do I hold that make me up? If I cannot access them, what do my experiences in the world tell me about my beliefs, treating them as a mirror to the world within? 

I remembered when I was a child how I set up a club about unseen spirits with a friend. They had access points into the earth that we could discover, we told stories about their motives, we searched the minutiae of daily life to discover the secret and on-going communication of an ethereal realm. This went on for years and I was happy with it, I dedicated time to it. 

But I never considered it much more than childish imagination. I later read it as dangerous escapism. But now I see it differently. If I reconnect with myself as a child, this was one reality I was spending time in and holding open. It is no wonder that after years of shutting the doors, sealing them tight, they would reopen onto that same, yet now different, magical world of my childhood.

What did we daydream about as children? What did we yearn for as children? Was there magic that we sought? Why should it not be in the here and now any more?

I am not suggesting that we all leap into a completely fantastical realm, I have not done that at all. I do not see things visually i.e. spiritual forces walking around, but I open to possibilities. I do not walk in the realm of spirits as in a science fiction film, but I walk in a world that is alive, which speaks to me through signs.

For example, this summer I went for a run on the beach. At one point I began thinking about why we are all here. How many people perhaps, are here now, working towards bringing to the fore a more archaic wisdom, a deeper sense of connection. I felt it coming through in the arts, in the books I read. I felt how it is seeping through into popular culture.  

I felt how I have been here before and have been at these junctures before. I felt so happy to be here on earth again at this time now and it was so strong and tinged with a sadness too that I began to cry. I felt how I was not at all alone and many are working towards the same thing both of the earth and beyond it. 

I felt the absence of judgement. It did not mean that the process of separation and disconnection were bad or what I wished to bring in was better. I just felt it was all as it should be and that made me cry. I really began to sob. I looked at the sun, at the waves, the sky, the gulls, the sand and I felt with it all. 

Through my tears something caught my eye on the wet sand. It was a tiny yellowish stone in the shape of a heart. I bent down and picked it up and it was translucent, part crystal. I held it and I felt so taken care of. 

The message I felt was one of thanks, I was being thanked for being here and reminded of the love that surrounds me at all times. If I have my eyes open I will always be communicated with and the Universe will give me stones or whatever it can, whatever it thinks me most amenable to at any given point, to pass on its message. I shifted immediately at that reception.

But all of this has the tendency to veer off on the overly spiritual. Much of my greatest epiphanies have come from more “normal” daily life, living the tasks and responsibilities that make up my existence. I have three small children and so the majority of my day is made up more of very grounded elements than spiritually ecstatic ones. But even as I write this, I am reminded how there is no real distinction. 

My children get me to work on my beliefs like nothing else. They keep me grounded and that is why I am here. I am not here to experience more and more expansive moments in meditation to the point that I practically fly away. 

It is about discovering this and bringing it back, letting it settle and inform the fabric of my daily life, of incorporating this so that it flows and expands my experience in the quotidian world. It has been hard. It is hard to sit and look at trees, feel their energy, feel almost sublime and joyous, utterly connected and then come straight back to three screaming, fighting children, homework to do, dinner to prepare.

Part of the difficulty was in not being able to bridge this. Again it was an issue of separation. My more meditative, spiritually expansive experiences were separate to what I saw to be my responsibilities and living of my other life. 

I guarded it as uniquely mine and the "me" in daily life as something else. I needed to do this for a time in order to continue to discover who I was. But now I need more to bridge it, to bring it more into the present. 

Now when I “go off” I send that energy and the light to those I love, I think of making a bridge with it, to bring them into where I am and to send where I am to where they currently are. By doing this it is not so jarring. It is starting to flow.

I was told that it is about bringing more of who I am into my present space, but first I have to go off quietly and find out who I am. Once that begins to consolidate then I am able to bring it in, mostly with no premeditation or planning. It takes on its own natural rhythm.

Over the past couple of years I have felt the need to go away, to be with myself. I have loved the feeling of starting out, sometimes for a few hours and sometimes for a few days and knowing that the time is my own and not knowing where it will take me. I love the feeling of taking a step into an adventure. 

But this has been mine, it is not something I wished or even considered sharing. The other day I got the idea to take my children on a day trip, an adventure. I hadn’t previously even considered this to be possible. But once I opened to it, I realised how much one could do, with a car and a picnic, you can transform a day, you can go anywhere, explore anything, the world became vast. 

It turned into a real adventure, I had a vague concept of where I wanted to go, but none of it was as I had foreseen. The roads were far harder to drive, pitted dirt roads, mountain passes, often vertiginous, the landscape was thrilling and breathtaking, the children were on the verge of vomiting! 

But we enjoyed it, we went for walks, had a picnic, discovered ruins, made up stories, climbed up mountains (tiny hillocks!). We went to a lake with no way down to it and thanked God or the Sky Spirits as they called them, for the shocking downpour which was a gift for our very brave attempts to find a path to swim and having been thwarted. We scrambled over rocks, sat in the natural dips of stones like thrones and ate wild blackberries. 

We had an amazing day. We had an adventure and it was the natural extension of myself. It was what I seek in my own time away from everyone, but I no longer had to be so separated. I was able to draw more of me into my present and we could communally take off on the adventure of which we are already a part. 

Expanding Perceptions Through Dreams

Since the first time I picked up a Seth book by Jane Roberts, I felt as if I entered into a back and forth teaching relationship. My life seemed to move synchronistically with the books, sometimes my life pre-empting what I read and sometimes what I read seeming to influence or inform the way I lived my life. 

In the beginning I was quite shocked by the process, but now it feels so natural. I am currently reading ‘The Nature of Personal Reality,’ which I am taking my time over. It instinctively was a book that I was not going to whizz through, notes taken and then put down. I feel that I am really living this book. I work with it and it works with me.

It was no surprise that after a while of not having read it, I picked it up and started reading a section on dreams and our division of what we think to be conscious (i.e. waking) and unconscious (i.e. dreaming/sleep) reality. I saw how over nearly the past year I have been putting a great deal of what was written into effect seemingly very naturally.

In ‘Seth Speaks’ (Jane Roberts) it introduces us to considering our current sleep patterns, suggesting that through their adoption, we are not maximising our potential. It is suggested that we would be more efficient were we to sleep less and more frequently.  In this book it is gone into in more detail. 

The basic gist is that we would do better to use the whole twenty-four hour period as opposed to the half and half (more or less) current division. We would benefit our waking hours by having more naps and sleeping less in the night, a maximum of six hours. 

Currently we have a very long stretch of awake time whether we are productive or not. In my case I have found that around 3pm I am inexplicably tired. I used to fight this and would be able to, but now I try to lie down where I can. If it’s waiting to pick up my children then I close my eyes for 10 minutes in the back seat and it is re-energising. 

In part it gives my body a rest allowing it to regenerate, it gets me off the wheel of what I think I should be doing, usually a list of speeding up things, at times with little perspective, and it reconnects me with another part of myself that I find very comforting. I am then able to draw on images, senses and feelings that would not be available to me if I just kept running. 

The dreaming state also benefits from a greater closeness with our awake consciousness, which is then able to take a more active role in the dreaming world.

Our current sleeping patterns cut us off from a synthesis of the two states in which we could begin to see how each actually informs, inspires and creates the other. In ‘Dreams, Evolution and Value Fulfillment’ (Jane Roberts), it is stated that our reality springs from the dream world, the origin of everything we experience, think and create is within the dream state. Our entire world sprang and does spring first from dreams.

Previously our focus, the point of our consciousness resided within the dream world and flicked in and out of what we consider physical reality. At some point, however, our point of consciousness became more fixed in physical reality and so concretely that we no longer begin to consider consciously moving it into the dream world. What happens if we do?

The first thing that happens for me is that I begin to feel and realise that everything is connected. As I become aware of my dreams I begin to see that my life does not stop and start between sleeping and waking. There is a continuum, a flow between the two. What I deal with in waking reality, I deal with too in my dreams and vice versa. 

When I type up my dreams, usually months after having them, I am able to read them in one and track the changes and see how they worked in tandem with my waking life. I see how elements of my life were working together, there was no real separation and it gives me the sense of how much guidance is available and that makes me feel very connected. It makes me feel that all is One and this is incredibly uplifting. 

As I practice awaking to this through working with my dreams I become more able to attune into this feeling in other instances in my life. It is the Law of Attraction. Once I am able to start resonating with this feeling, more is drawn to me that expands upon it.

The more I become familiar with the language of dreams and accept what would seem to be contradictory to the perceptions of waking reality, I get to open to the idea that there are more ways of “seeing” things. Later it occurs to me that perhaps I can bring these into my waking consciousness. 

One example is that of spatial awareness. In the dream state I can dream of a street for example. I can see the street as if I were at street level, as in the usual waking spatial perception, but simultaneously I will see it as a map and simultaneously from an aerial perspective, a bird’s eye view. In the dream this will be completely normal, I will be perceiving the street from all three perspectives all at the same time without differentiating them until I awaken and write it down. 

Within the dream the main action continues undisturbed, sometimes one perception is loosened or favoured over another. Perhaps there will come a day in which I can consciously pick the means of perceiving within the dream state, perhaps not! 

It is common in my dreams to be in one place that looks a certain way, I know it by a certain name and yet I know with a deep feeling sense that it is another place entirely. This is part of the language of dreams, they overlay in order to inform. Also, I feel, to loosen the concreteness we are overly used to adopting. This affects my waking life and it does so seamlessly. 

A year ago I realised that when listening to someone talking on the phone I was able to hear the words they were speaking, following the story they were imparting, but I was able to lift off and open up to the feeling states that were being touched upon. It was as though there were a series of currents, one was the words, the other the feelings, what was generating the words, the history behind it. I have become more able to tune into this perception. 

Whilst hearing the spoken word, I am able to access at times a feeling sense for the array of images, information at times that is really being imparted using the words more as openers, pointers to other realities rather than the thing in itself. Becoming more aware and familiar with the dreaming state has allowed me to become more relaxed, comfortable and open to this in waking.

I believe that dreams allow us to get a little bit nearer to the reality of our multidimensionality and they do this in a number of ways. One is the feeling, and now belief, that what happens in my dreams are really lived events.

I mentally refer to my dreams as real happenings. They provide me with alternate and various reference points. They are as real and as important as what happens to me in waking reality and they are not cut off from it. 

One night I found myself sitting next to someone at a dinner and it was someone I tended to find the comic side in. I remembered a dream I had a few months before in which someone was making fun of a person and I made the conscious choice not to do the same and got to connect them in a more beautiful way. 

As I began speaking at the dinner the feeling of the dream and the recollection of it came back. I then made a choice to follow what I had learnt in the dream rather than my usual attitude to this person. By doing so the conversation utterly shifted. He began expressing what he was seeking, what his perceptions were of the limits of the society of which he was a part, the values they had that he didn’t share. 

In short we were able to go beyond the surfaces and connect on a deeper level. I was able to share part of my experience with him without feeling threatened in myself either. Had I not had the initial dream I would not have had the information available to me to make the conscious choice to respond differently.

The more I am able to recall more dreams, the more I become aware that there are some that are far away, that I get a vague feeling sense of, some are very deep and I am aware that I am up to things that I cannot remember. I am being taught, I am teaching at times. I get to understand that the work I do within the dream state is no less relevant than the work I do in my waking state. 

But what about the great part that I do not remember, what happens then? The question that arises is who am I and where do I go? I am more comfortable with the idea that I am up to things that I cannot hold within my conscious mind. In the beginning this terrified me.

Part of the concept of Self was what I could hold onto, that I could mentally tabulate and thus ultimately control. To get to the point where I am willing to accept that I do not know what I am doing at times is very deep and can make me feel quite dizzy. 

But I am comfortable now with the idea that who I am is greater than where my consciousness as translated through my physical form rests. I get to connect with this in the dream state, I get closer to the multidimensional reality of my being, though what I tend to bring back is more a sense, a feeling state than any concrete memories.

I’m sure they inform me, but on a level that I cannot draw into my waking consciousness immediately on awakening. Perhaps those fuzzy remembrances are the roots  from which my daily reality will spring, the seeds to start birthing new experiences.

Another aspect of the multidimensionality in dreams is the relaxing of the perception of time. In dreams I can experience multiple events overlaying each other simultaneously. As I write I start to put a sequence to them, but I am becoming more aware that within the dream state they sometimes seem to be happening at once. 

We are told that all time is simultaneous, that it is neither linear nor sequential, yet we perceive it in the latter mode as part of our human experience and our need to survive in the world as we know it. 

In the dreams I can follow the main narrative so to speak and can also follow all the events, characters, histories that make it up. I can follow each thought whilst not getting in any way distracted from the main narrative. The amount of following I can do does not seem limited. 

The dream experiences then can serve as an analogy for the ability we have to try different things out, to experience probabilities before we call them into physical being and this ability is constantly unfolding from a single moment. It shows me in visual form how consciousness in exploring itself can go off and off spiralling in myriad forms whilst still maintaining its wholeness.

Working with my dreams helps to expand my beliefs, perceptions and thus experience within my waking reality. As I begin to accept the dream language and the world or worlds to which I enter into, I get to explore the possibility that those perceptions may be available to me here as well. 

I am experimenting more consciously, since reading the pages in ‘The Nature of Personal Reality,’ with a more relaxed sleep pattern. I am sleeping less, which works well for me (up till now, it’s only been a few days!) and trying to close my eyes for short pauses throughout my day where I can get it. 

The sleep I get in the day is not how I traditionally understand sleep. Through my breath I enter into deep relaxation and then at some time is as though I rejoin myself, I reawaken into consciousness and it is this reawakening that makes me realise that I slept. 

Long sleeps have a more comatose feel to them. I feel very closely, though not always remembered, that in these coming to's there were worlds, dimensions thinly veiled from the waking one that were accessed or accessible in the dreaming state. A couple of times I have awoken and been shocked at what I remember because I felt as if I had experienced an entire lifetime in the consciousness shift of sleep and perhaps I had… 

Travelling In Your Personal Energetic Spacecraft

I am still reading ‘The Three Waves of Volunteers and the New Earth’ by Dolores Cannon and finding it unendingly fascinating. 

The other day I read about a woman who when in trance spoke about travelling in a spaceship. She said that she was an energetic light being and the craft was actually her own energy. She needed a vehicle of her own energy in order to be able to travel through the other energies. 

It was suggested to her that were she to travel without this throughout the galaxies then her energy would get dispersed. I loved this image and it stayed with me. Perhaps this is what UFOs are, outward manifestations, capsules, of the energy of the beings within them.

I remembered a while back I was dealing with how to hold my own energy around those who were very down, stressed and dark in their energy. It is hard to be well when those closest to you are not.

It was suggested to me that I can be like a deep sea diver who carries their own oxygen with them. I can infuse my space with how and who I am and keep it in a bubble around me. It is from this bubble that I can draw my nourishment.I can recognise and empathise and help others, but I need not be fed from their air.

This is not exactly what was said, it is how I assimilated it. But I thought that the two things are very much related, at least in my mind. The energetic spacecraft to house you as zip through the galaxies and the air you have around you.

Recently I have become more and more aware of the space around me. Sometimes I now breathe in as if my point of inhalation is just under half a metre in front of me. I imagine not only that the air is coming to me via that distance, but also that the actual physical inhalation begins from that point. For some reason it is instantly calming, I feel heart centred and peaceful. 

I have had guided visualisations and meditations where I was told to imagine certain attributes and then to breathe them in. I believe that we can fill the space around us with whatever we wish. Just as we can charge water to reflect certain feeling states. See the experiments done on water by Dr. Masaru Emoto:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tAvzsjcBtx8 so I believe that we can charge the air.

I can fill the air around me with peace, for example, and breathe that in. I direct it with my thoughts and intent, I feel it in my heart and then project it outwards. Throughout the day I can reconnect with that and consciously breathe it in and nourish myself with that.

As I go beyond my physical form I can also send this out to others. My auric field can expand and touch others as I pass with the feeling states I am working with.

First, however, I have to learn to hold my own energy. Otherwise I would be like the light being with no spacecraft getting dispersed all over the place, which happened to me on many occasions in my life! 

One visualisation that really worked is the blue egg. It is to imagine that there is a blue egg of light surrounding you and that nothing can penetrate through this. It took a while and a lot of imagination before it started to seem viable and real. I had to work on it for quite some time in quiet meditation before I was able to get an internal visual that felt credible, a feeling, for what the blue egg was like. 

But once I had it, I could summon it in social settings and know that no one’s energy was penetrating me, I could sit back and watch how things unfolded. A book which helped a lot was Ernesto’s Ortiz’s ‘The Akashic Records – Sacred Wisdom for Transformation’, he has a very good section on protection, on using the egg or circle shape around you and making it whatever colour you feel to be most suited to you. He also has a triple layer protection, i.e. three eggs, which I love and have often used. 

In imagining the egg, it is to visualise the light coming from within you and that you send this out a distance around you creating the egg shape, you can then thicken the walls. He has a very good website which is worth checking out, it has some very good free meditations, under Free Stuff, on it which I recommend, I found the one on grounding particularly useful. http://www.journey2theheart.com/index.shtml 

It all took some practice, however. From hearing about an egg shaped light bubble that could protect, to actually beginning to feel that it does, is quite a journey!

But once I became able to hold my own energy, which I have really noticed only recently then I can start playing with it. Sending it out, letting the light stream, without being fearful. It is good to know that when it gets too much I can draw it all in again. I can choose, this is important to remember. 

I tried for a while to hold it open constantly and living in a city I was running for cover to my house after half an hour of being outdoors. It is neither necessary nor very useful to do this I was told and I agree! 

Yesterday when I was walking down the street, I allowed myself to spread further than my physical form, so that I could place my awareness in my auric field. As I walked, I imagined that I could see the light in every person I walked past. 

We all come from divine Source, we are all divine Source, we are all Light. I feel that our work is to expand our closeness and remembrance of who we are and where we come from, to incorporate it more and more in this moment. 

We have forgotten. We can remember. Between those points are infinite journeys. 

Everyone I looked at, I imagined a small kernel of light shining within them and held it in focus. Without even realising it, some I imagined had a kernel of light, others an orb, others a tiny grain, but whatever the size or how covered it was, it was there.

I felt myself glowing with light and recognised the light in them. I then started to imagine that each person was streaming light as if from the top of their heads’ leaving trails of light behind them. It was beautiful. I asked that they recognise this too. 

I did not get depleted doing this as I was firmly within myself, but I felt more connected, more able to recognise the beauty in those around me. I got to free myself from usual perceptions, usual judgements, looking people up and down wondering what they thought of me, what I think of them. That became irrelevant. 

At times when I got a bit jittery I just re-enfolded myself and brought my focus back to the small area around me, to the floor even. It was play, but it took me to another vision, another perception of the strangers walking by. 

It is wonderful, because I can set out and not know what the day will bring, what will my perception be on this journey? I hadn’t planned it, but it naturally unfolded and I’m glad to have had that experience.